NIGHT

In her big old chair

the moon is rocking her
darlings to sleep.

Hush, hush,

for the shadows creep

along the wall and up the stair.

From their blanket blue

the stars watch with their

wee bright eyes.

Hush, hush,

for the old house sighs

and the candle is flick’ring too.

In her big old chair
the moon is singing a
lullaby song.

Hush, hush,

for the night is long

and the shadows are whispering on the stair.

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THE LADY MOON

ADY Moon, I have seen thee pale and silvery
languishing in blue-black heavens,
dimming stars with casual radiance,
kissing clouds with soft white fingers.

Lady Moon, I have seen thee golden yellow,
crescent-shaped and sharp and slender,

a golden slit in jetty heavens,

showing light from far-off worlds,
glympses of glorious mystery-worlds.

Lady Moon, I have seen thee fiery orange,
dipping toward the dusky sea,

a pirate craft on inky ocean,

sweeping toward an unseen prey.

Lady Moon, I have seen thee often, often,
superb, supreme in all thy various moods;
seen thee ardent, sad and silent.

Lady Moon, I love, adore thee.

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